Shawn Daysleeper, Carleen Luckstone, and Lihan Taifun
Nole prepares the ship to depart while his friend Elenwe returns to the palace to help Olwe get ready to depart to... wherever they are going. Nole is thoughtful, wondering at his king's sudden command for departure. Suddenly, he feels the ship rocking in the harbour. Looking over the side, he sees a large wave coming ashore. This wave was laden with fish, lots of fish. Wide-eyed, Nole jumps ashore as the wave passes around the pilings, casting fish ashore. Frantically, Nole runs inland, towards the palace.
Entering the palace, Nole steals a look back to sea: the fish were covering the shore line. Nole has never seen anything like this before. He runs inside, and almost immediately bumps into Elenwe.
Elenwe is surprised to see Nole, usually so calm, running into the palace, a look of near-panic on his face. Grasping her friend by the shoulders to prevent his running into her, she asks, "My friend, what has happened?"
Nole points towards the harbour. "A... a wave has come ashore," He stammers.
"Yes, waves do that. But you are not usually concerened with waves." She waits, knowing there must be more.
Nole grins a little despite his panic. "Yes, waves do that, but this one is different. This one has lots of fish. There are lots of fish washing ashore."
Apakenwe is walking on an upstairs balcony, overlooking the front hall of the palace. She hears excited voices, and leans over the railing to see what is going on.
"Fish?" Elenwe echoes Nole's words. She thinks about what might cause an abundance of fish to come ashore all at once. Casting an eye to the sky, she looks for evidence of a storm, but sees none.
"All of these fish, you mentioned you could cook while on our journey. We should get some of these fish. We could get the musicians to help us," Nole adds.
"Show me, Nole," Elenwe entreats, then notices Apakenwe above them. "Apakenwe, please come see this strange happening. We can make great quantities of soup if we can collect the fish."
"Yes, of course." Apakenwe moves as fast as she can, which is not very fast on the stairs, and makes her way down to meet Elenwe and Nole.
Elenwe adds, "Your brother Estelin can help us."
Nole turns towards Apakenwe. "Yes, where is your brother, Estelin?"
Apakenwe looks back upstairs. "No, he can't help us today. He is busy."
Elenwe asks, "Might he be able to come? More are needed to help collect the fish."
Nole looks hopefully to Apakenwe. "There are a lot of fish!"
Apakenwe frowns worriedly. "No, really he can't be disturbed."
Elenwe looks at Nole, wondering what he could possibly be doing in the palace that he could not be disturbed.
Nole notices Elenwe looking at him."Let's go collect what we can. There are plenty of fish. Maybe he will come later."
Apakenwe excalims, "Yes, yes, let us collect fish!"
Elenwe remarks "We'll need something to hold them. Nole, know you of large baskets to hold the fish?"
Nole responds, "I believe there are baskets near the harbour, ones that we use to yake the fish from the ship to the market. Those would work."
Elenwe says, "Good, let us make haste."
Apakenwe picks up her skirts gracelessly, as she tries to hurry after Nole and Elenwe, down the road from the palace toward the harbor.
Nole leads the group to the shoreline. The beach is covered with many types of fish.
Apakenwe exclaims, "Oh, so many fish! Are they all good to eat? Why are they here?"
"When you said abundance, I had pictured fifty fish. There must be hundreds!" exclaims Elenwe, surveyiing the scene. To Apakenwe, she answers, "Sometimes fish will wash ashore following a storm at sea. I see no signs of storms."
Apakenwe reaches down toward a fish -- any fish, the nearest fish --
and grabs it. Immediately she squeals and lets it go again. "It's wet!"
Nole nods. "There are many species, all are good to eat." He picks up a couple baskets and hands them to his friends.
Apakenwe shrieks. "And cold. And -- it wiggles!"
Apakenwe takes a basket, while cautiously stepping around the fish piled on the shore.
Taking a basket from Nole, Elenwe begins to gather fish. She hears Apakenwe's exclamation, and smiles a little. Apakenwe must have led a life far from the sea, she thinks.
Nole watches Apakenwe, giggling a little."Yes, fish are cold and wet: they come from the ocean after all."
Apakenwe hurriedly replies, "Oh, um, yes, of course."
Elenwe quickly fills all the baskets at hand, her experience in the fishing ports in lands apart from Alqualonde rendering her faster than her companions.
Apakenwe sets down the basket, the better to grab a fish with two hands. This time she is more prepared, and holds onto the flopping fish. Gritting her teeth, Apakenwe put it into the basket. Nole watches Elenwe, smiling. He looks at Apakenwe, struggling with her fish as he picks up fish and puts them in baskets. Encouraged by her success, Apakenwe picks up a second fish. The coarse scales scratch her hands uncomfortably, but she makes the effort to carry this one to the basket as well.
Elenwe looks around at the remaining fish. "Are there other baskets, or will we leave fish on shore?"
Nole looks around at the hundreds of fish on the shore. "Three baskets should be enough to last for the journey. Yes, we can throw them back, but we will have to hurry. They cannot breathe air" he starts throwing fish back into the sea.
Elenwe says, "With this many, trying to put them back is useless. Without the ocean to cover them, they will soon die."
Apakenwe makes a shooing motion with her hands. "Back to the sea, fishes. Go on, go home." The fish continue to lie on the shore, gasping.
"I believe our time would be better served getting these fish cleaned and prepared for the soup pot," Elenwe says, stifling a laugh
Apakenwe 's eyes grow round with panic. "Go on, fishes! You can't stay here!" She then calls out, "Oh, Ulmo! Osse! Uinen! Your fish are dying!"
Elenwe says, "Apakenwe, they cannot hear, and cannot move out of the water. Help me carry the basket, please."
Apakenwe grabs a fish and heaves it back to the water. Elenwe is right: there is no way to get this many fish into the water in time. Stifling a sob, Apakenwe takes the basket from Elenwe.
Elenwe asks, "Nole, is there a place onboard to store the baskets for a time, until I can clean the fish?"
Nole helps carry the basket. There will not be much time to get all these fish cleaned and ready for their journey. "We could put the baskets on the ship."
Elenwe looks at Apakenwe, and sees the sadness on the Teleri's face. "You found the noodles in the garden, did you not? Could you get more to bring aboard? I will prepare more soup like you and your brother helped with before. I could use your assistance with the soup again," Elenwe says, hoping to bring a smile to Apakenwe's face.
"Yes," she says tearfully. "I can do that." Apakenwe looks back sadly at the fish, as she goes.
Entering the palace, Nole steals a look back to sea: the fish were covering the shore line. Nole has never seen anything like this before. He runs inside, and almost immediately bumps into Elenwe.
Elenwe is surprised to see Nole, usually so calm, running into the palace, a look of near-panic on his face. Grasping her friend by the shoulders to prevent his running into her, she asks, "My friend, what has happened?"
Nole points towards the harbour. "A... a wave has come ashore," He stammers.
"Yes, waves do that. But you are not usually concerened with waves." She waits, knowing there must be more.
Nole grins a little despite his panic. "Yes, waves do that, but this one is different. This one has lots of fish. There are lots of fish washing ashore."
Apakenwe is walking on an upstairs balcony, overlooking the front hall of the palace. She hears excited voices, and leans over the railing to see what is going on.
"Fish?" Elenwe echoes Nole's words. She thinks about what might cause an abundance of fish to come ashore all at once. Casting an eye to the sky, she looks for evidence of a storm, but sees none.
"All of these fish, you mentioned you could cook while on our journey. We should get some of these fish. We could get the musicians to help us," Nole adds.
"Show me, Nole," Elenwe entreats, then notices Apakenwe above them. "Apakenwe, please come see this strange happening. We can make great quantities of soup if we can collect the fish."
"Yes, of course." Apakenwe moves as fast as she can, which is not very fast on the stairs, and makes her way down to meet Elenwe and Nole.
Elenwe adds, "Your brother Estelin can help us."
Nole turns towards Apakenwe. "Yes, where is your brother, Estelin?"
Apakenwe looks back upstairs. "No, he can't help us today. He is busy."
Elenwe asks, "Might he be able to come? More are needed to help collect the fish."
Nole looks hopefully to Apakenwe. "There are a lot of fish!"
Apakenwe frowns worriedly. "No, really he can't be disturbed."
Elenwe looks at Nole, wondering what he could possibly be doing in the palace that he could not be disturbed.
Nole notices Elenwe looking at him."Let's go collect what we can. There are plenty of fish. Maybe he will come later."
Apakenwe excalims, "Yes, yes, let us collect fish!"
Elenwe remarks "We'll need something to hold them. Nole, know you of large baskets to hold the fish?"
Nole responds, "I believe there are baskets near the harbour, ones that we use to yake the fish from the ship to the market. Those would work."
Elenwe says, "Good, let us make haste."
Apakenwe picks up her skirts gracelessly, as she tries to hurry after Nole and Elenwe, down the road from the palace toward the harbor.
Nole leads the group to the shoreline. The beach is covered with many types of fish.Apakenwe exclaims, "Oh, so many fish! Are they all good to eat? Why are they here?"
"When you said abundance, I had pictured fifty fish. There must be hundreds!" exclaims Elenwe, surveyiing the scene. To Apakenwe, she answers, "Sometimes fish will wash ashore following a storm at sea. I see no signs of storms."
Apakenwe reaches down toward a fish -- any fish, the nearest fish --
and grabs it. Immediately she squeals and lets it go again. "It's wet!"
Nole nods. "There are many species, all are good to eat." He picks up a couple baskets and hands them to his friends.
Apakenwe shrieks. "And cold. And -- it wiggles!"
Apakenwe takes a basket, while cautiously stepping around the fish piled on the shore.
Taking a basket from Nole, Elenwe begins to gather fish. She hears Apakenwe's exclamation, and smiles a little. Apakenwe must have led a life far from the sea, she thinks.
Nole watches Apakenwe, giggling a little."Yes, fish are cold and wet: they come from the ocean after all."
Apakenwe hurriedly replies, "Oh, um, yes, of course."
Elenwe quickly fills all the baskets at hand, her experience in the fishing ports in lands apart from Alqualonde rendering her faster than her companions.
Apakenwe sets down the basket, the better to grab a fish with two hands. This time she is more prepared, and holds onto the flopping fish. Gritting her teeth, Apakenwe put it into the basket. Nole watches Elenwe, smiling. He looks at Apakenwe, struggling with her fish as he picks up fish and puts them in baskets. Encouraged by her success, Apakenwe picks up a second fish. The coarse scales scratch her hands uncomfortably, but she makes the effort to carry this one to the basket as well.
Elenwe looks around at the remaining fish. "Are there other baskets, or will we leave fish on shore?"
Nole looks around at the hundreds of fish on the shore. "Three baskets should be enough to last for the journey. Yes, we can throw them back, but we will have to hurry. They cannot breathe air" he starts throwing fish back into the sea.
Elenwe says, "With this many, trying to put them back is useless. Without the ocean to cover them, they will soon die."
Apakenwe makes a shooing motion with her hands. "Back to the sea, fishes. Go on, go home." The fish continue to lie on the shore, gasping.
"I believe our time would be better served getting these fish cleaned and prepared for the soup pot," Elenwe says, stifling a laugh
Apakenwe 's eyes grow round with panic. "Go on, fishes! You can't stay here!" She then calls out, "Oh, Ulmo! Osse! Uinen! Your fish are dying!"
Elenwe says, "Apakenwe, they cannot hear, and cannot move out of the water. Help me carry the basket, please."
Apakenwe grabs a fish and heaves it back to the water. Elenwe is right: there is no way to get this many fish into the water in time. Stifling a sob, Apakenwe takes the basket from Elenwe.
Elenwe asks, "Nole, is there a place onboard to store the baskets for a time, until I can clean the fish?"
Nole helps carry the basket. There will not be much time to get all these fish cleaned and ready for their journey. "We could put the baskets on the ship."
Elenwe looks at Apakenwe, and sees the sadness on the Teleri's face. "You found the noodles in the garden, did you not? Could you get more to bring aboard? I will prepare more soup like you and your brother helped with before. I could use your assistance with the soup again," Elenwe says, hoping to bring a smile to Apakenwe's face.
"Yes," she says tearfully. "I can do that." Apakenwe looks back sadly at the fish, as she goes.